Luyện nghe bài hát Ride

Umm, yes, yes, yes,
Let's ride, ride, let's ride
Sho
Let's ride, ride

[Mr. G
I'm Mr. Chiefer
of herb
And this killer ass reefer got a nigger swozy
I'm slowly, up through the hood
And I see my niggas, and the real good
So show a love, what up kinfolk
And while you at my nigga, won't you past the
You know a nigga has to
Of killer for me, I got the smoke flowing down my throat
So playa won't you ride me
We can get in the front of my drop top Caddy
With my just ready to skeet
So playa don't drop no fire on my feet
But it's all good, it's much love
And I got my mind off kind bud
I'm screaming out thug
Sipping on the Cognac with the buzz
So me what it was
it be like
Mr. G living up to this gangster
And it's got me on a flight higher than a
And my eyes real low so I have no
I'm really right as I keep flow, through the sky
Way past cloud number
Chiefing all the time, on an ounce
Cause I just can't make it with a nickel or a
Everything looking fine in the Gump
Girls walk around short on looking pretty
You can tell the thugs from the
All the high-class always acting nitty
But no pity, in the land
Of passing
be everlasting
Where Mr. G gone the weed
I'm dead and gone off in my casket

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Now take a in my 'Lac with me
We can in
You can go half on a with me
We can find a freaky slut to
And if it come to it
We can bust our in the street
See, it really matter
Long as I'm for you
And you for me
We can together, forever
through the streets of the G-U-M-P

[Chorus
It ain't like riding the track, rocking the show
the crowd get hype, letting them know
Is you ready to wild out, I'm to flow
Got you the style out, as I go

[Chorus 3-Big
Now I drop the game on them hoes
Now do you really
How the pimp game
It's all money and hoes
Keep us in it, with mind froze
And Cadillac doors

Now I'm a on the track
Giving you something that you can
Better buckle up you go, haters hit the door
Cause we be hitting you the skills
give up before you flow, I'm a let you know
That my assembling
enough to have a emcee trembling
Just give me the mic and Frank Benjamin's
And the paramedic, I'm about to injure men
Finish him, ain't many left to
Hearts stopped beating, to this stethoscope
So emcees getting' left for broke
And try to make a comeback, shoulda kept the
Khao be the name, try me
history, your absence a mystery
Dried game up like an antihistamine
Put that on Big and Mr. G
This'll be, something people can ride to
Laid back, track like Rallo
Hit hit we follow
Wanted to nibble and bit off way more than you can
Y'all be drunk off the bottle
Hating on us, don't talk, bring to me
I need nobody helping me
I'm about to burn a brother to the 12th degree
What wanna do now, huh
Humiliated, didn't know, affiliated
With Dirty, came up and made it
All these cats wanna be down us
I hate it, but illustrated, the picture
It takes to grab the mic
And keep it tight, some want,
had it, some got it
Some they did, and some don't

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[Big
Now let me take you to the land where the see
Pardon me
Let me introduce you to my psychology
Let a young nigga if you down with a holla at me
Now me, to my '98 'Lac outside
Now is she ready to
cover your eyes, it's a surprise
I'll be obliged if you slide where Dirty boys hide
And I was hypnotized a young playa saw (um,um)
Your pretty eyes
And I if I came to hard
Trying to get between your, brown thighs
You the pimp hide
And 12 o'clock tonight
I got late night
We need to, a pen and pad
And keep (keep count)
Of the I bust (I bust)
I'm swerving, looking through my rearview
While your head steady
And neck steady jerking
Up on your in my seat
And lips steady slurping
I don't just a knob
And I know your finna' throb
And baby if you
Shine and rob with your
old Inga Shywood (Shywood), situation all good
I love the way you got to it
And I love the way you do it
I take nothing from you
Girl you's a headhunter
turner
You have got it from you mother
Now look up in the sky, a pimp in the air
So freaky better beware
I got your mind, blown
With the game that I
And them freaky bitches horny as hell

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Ahh
Sho nuff, sho
In my 'Lac me
On a sack me
Ahh
the game on them hoes

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